"Qingshui, make sure you sort out all these donations by tonight, then deliver them to the bank we contacted!" the middle-aged manager told the lackey. At once, Qingshui became fully serious.
"Yes, Manager! I'll make sure to deliver this money responsibly!" The lackey named Qingshui answered with complete deference.
"Mm! Very good! You'll be responsible for this place!" The manager happily patted Qingshui on the shoulder, then had people pack all the money into bags one by one.
The money bags here were relatively large duffel bags. Since the largest denomination of Little Japan's currency was 10,000 yuan, one hundred million did not take up much space. Six duffel bags were barely enough to hold it all.
However, the money here was not all in 10,000-yuan bills. There were bills of varying denominations, even coins—quite a lot of coins, in fact. These had all been donated. Thus, although the total exceeded one hundred million, there was an enormous quantity of cash.
Several people stuffed the money into more than ten bags. After sorting all the coins as well, they placed everything into turnover crates, nearly ten crates in total.
"Manager, all the donations have been packed!" Qingshui said.
"Mm!" The middle-aged manager stepped forward and checked everything one by one. Every bag had been sealed, and the turnover crates had been labeled. Only then did he nod in satisfaction.
"Sou ka! Very good. Qingshui, arrange for people to carry them!" the manager said.
"Understood! Manager, I'll notify the movers right away!" After speaking, Qingshui took out a walkie-talkie and called the movers who had been prepared in advance.
Having too much money was troublesome as well. More than a dozen people had been arranged early on just to move the cash. It was also because the money had to be